Chapter 134
Julie's Point of View
I showered and dressed, but my mind was still stuck in the whirlpool of what had happened.
I remembered my touches, how I kissed Robert hysterically, how I stripped off my clothes before him, and even that kiss I planted on Carlos's cheek. And the worst... my pleas to Robert last night to have sex, and the pain that is still throbbing madly in my pussy.
I said to myself in bewilderment as I examined my pale face in the mirror: "Is this how women become whores? Was what hit me a plague or a contagious disease?" I couldn't find a logical explanation for this sudden descent.
Suddenly, a quiet knocking on the door pierced my train of thought. I froze in my place; no one had ever knocked on this door with permission before.
I went and opened it slowly, finding Carlos standing there in his imposing presence and black suit that accentuated the breadth of his shoulders, carrying a massive bouquet of red roses that obscured almost half of his body.
